-grabs guitar and begins to play chords- Fine, I’ll play a little song about Tulio and I … you know, how much of good pals we are , alright? ..well when it comes to certain things.
Except because he isn’t here I’ll have to take his part in the song. -First, when he began to play the C chords and what not, he began again-
I like my toast buttered
and I like mine dry
I digg the beatles.
I’m the stones kind of guy
I have fine taste
and I like things cheap
I can stay up all night
and I just want to sleep… with your sister..
-Miguel nearly laughs and breaks the chords while he leans back from laughing, unable to sing the rest. It was too much, man too much.-